Music Composed by:
GRIEG, Edvard (1843-1907); Norweg.

Peer Gynt Suite No.1, Op.46
1.Morning Mood (50k)
Sequenced by: H.-J.Roeder

PEER GYNT
by Henrik Ibsen




ACT FIVE


SCENE TWO



[Close under the land, among sunken rocks and surf. The ship sinks. The jolly-boat, with two men in her, is seen for a moment through the scud. A sea strikes her; she fills and upsets. A shriek is heard; then all is silent for a while. Shortly afterwards the boat appears floating bottom upwards.]

[PEER GYNT comes to the surface near the boat.]

PEER Help! Help! A boat! Help! I'll be drowned! Save me, oh Lord-as saith the text! [Clutches hold of the boat's keel.]

THE COOK [comes up on the other side]. Oh, Lord God-for my children's sake, have mercy! Let me reach the land! [Seizes hold of the keel.]

PEER Let go!

THE COOK Let go!

PEER I'll strike!

THE COOK So'll I!

PEER I'll crush you down with kicks and blows! Let go your hold! She won't float two!

THE COOK I know it! Yield!

PEER Yield you!

THE COOK Oh yes!

[They fight; one of the COOKS hands is disabled; he clings on with the other.]

PEER Off with that hand!

THE COOK Oh, kind sir-spare! Think of my little ones at home!

PEER I need my life far more than you, for I am lone and childless still.

THE COOK Let go! You've lived, and I am young!

PEER Quick; haste you; sink;-you drag us down.

THE COOK Have mercy! Yield in heaven's name! There's none to miss and mourn for you- [His hand slips; he screams:] I'm drowning!

PEER [seizing him]. By this wisp of hair I'll hold you; say your Lord's Prayer, quick!

THE COOK I can't remember; all turns black-

PEER Come, the essentials in a word-!

THE COOK Give us this day-!

PEER Skip that part, Cook; you'll get all you need, safe enough.

THE COOK Give us this day-

PEER The same old song! One sees you were a cook in life- [The COOK slips from his grasp.]

THE COOK [sinking]. Give us this day our- [Disappears.]

PEER Amen, lad! to the last gasp you were yourself.- [Draws himself up on to the bottom of the boat.] So long as there is life there's hope-

THE STRANGE PASSENGER [catches hold of the boat]. Good morning!

PEER Hoy!

THE PASSENGER I heard you shout.- It's pleasant finding you again. Well? So my prophecy came true!

PEER Let go! Let go! 'Twill scarce float one!

THE PASSENGER I'm striking out with my left leg. I'll float, if only with their tips my fingers rest upon this ledge. But apropos: your body-

PEER Hush!

THE PASSENGER The rest, of course, is done for, clean-

PEER No more!

THE PASSENGER Exactly as you please. [Silence.]

PEER Well?

THE PASSENGER I am silent.

PEER Satan's tricks!- What now?

THE PASSENGER I'm waiting.

PEER [tearing his hair]. I'll go mad!- What are you?

THE PASSENGER [nods]. Friendly.

PEER What else? Speak!

THE PASSENGER What think you? Do you know none other that's like me?

PEER Do I know the devil-?

THE PASSENGER [in a low voice]. Is it his way to light a lantern for life's night-pilgrimage through fear?

PEER Ah, come! When once the thing's cleared up, you'd seem a messenger of light?

THE PASSENGER Friend,-have you once in each half-year felt all the earnestness of dread?

PEER Why, one's afraid when danger threatens;- but all your words have double meanings.

THE PASSENGER Ay, have you gained but once in life the victory that is given in dread?

PEER [looks at him]. Came you to ope for me a door, 'twas stupid not to come before. What sort of sense is there in choosing your time when seas gape to devour one?

THE PASSENGER Were, then, the victory more likely beside your hearth-stone, snug and quiet?

PEER Perhaps not; but your talk befooled me. How could you fancy it awakening?

THE PASSENGER Where I come from, there smiles are prized as highly as pathetic style.

PEER All has its time; what fits the taxman, so says the text, would damn the bishop.

THE PASSENGER The host whose dust inurned has slumbered treads not on week-days the cothurnus.

PEER Avaunt thee, bugbear! Man, begone! I will not die! I must ashore!

THE PASSENGER Oh, as for that, be reassured;- one dies not midmost of Act Five. [Glides away.]

PEER Ah, there he let it out at last;- he was a sorry moralist.

End Scene Two




Act Five--Scene Three